Elizabeth Riddle

It was the summer of 1978. The summer before I started Jr High. The summer before I would be turning 12 years old. The summer my whole world was turned upside down.
I was what my mom referred to as “gangly”. My legs were long and my arms were too. My blond hair was straight and fell halfway down my back. I was always getting knots in it, so I kept it in a ponytail. My grandmother told me I had a model’s figure and most ladies would kill to have it. My sister said I looked like a boy and made fun of me. Melissa, my sister, was the opposite of me. Mom would say she was just “big boned” and was always getting on to her about the junk food she ate. She was five years older than me, but ...